In the afternoon, within a lounge located inside the secretary’s office, Wayne Silverman passionately embraces her from behind, showering fiery kisses upon her neck.
On this particular occasion, Wayne embarked on a two–week business trip, which was quite unusual as he didn’t bring along his personal secretary, Rosalynn Tesdal. In light of this, Rosalynn couldn’t help but wonder if President Silverman had grown weary of her presence.
She had to admit, she was quite happy about it
Five years ago, when the debt collectors came knocking at her door and her grandma was seriously ill, she was in desperate need of a large sum of money.
By a stroke of luck, she coincidentally bumped into Wayne, who seemingly noticed a striking resemblance between her and his lifelong crush, Olivia Whaley.
However, Olivia had married someone from the renowned aristocracy of R Country after Wayne had an accident and ended up as a vegetable.
Wayne probably loved his crush so much that even after being abandoned, he couldn’t let her go.
After meeting Rosalynn, Wayne helped her solve her family’s debts and arranged the best hospital for her grandma.
And Rosalynn became Wayne’s secretary by day and his substitute lover by night.
For five years, she hid her true nature, imitated all of Olivia’s mannerisms, acted as perfectly submissive and devoted as she can to please Wayne, and had grown sick of it.
She was just hoping Wayne would move on to the next one soon.
To her surprise, Wayne returned from his business trip and seemed impatient to see her. He couldn’t even wait for her to finish work and instead hurried straight to the company.
“President Silverman, the shareholders are waiting for your meeting,” Rosalynn gently
reminded him.
Wayne coldly responded and let go of her, heading straight to the bathroom.
Rosalynn sighed with relief.
Despite her discomfort, she considerately grabbed a spare suit from the lounge for Wayne.
After he finished showering and changed, Rosalynn gently helped him tie his tie.
His beautiful eyes were filled with indifference as he lowered his gaze, looking at Rosalynn.
The woman was as gentle and graceful as she had always been, and he was very satisfied.
“There’s a check on the table, twenty million,” Wayne said unhurriedly. “Also, the villa at Moonlit Lake will be transferred to your name,
Rosalynn was stunned, looking at Wayne in confusion.
Was this so–called break–up fee?
“President Silverman, how come suddenly…”
Wayne glanced at Rosalynn, who appeared flattered yet confused. With a contemptuous look in his eyes, he raised his hand and firmly gripped her chin. “Consider this a reward,” he sneered.
A reward?
What had she done to deserve such a grand prize?
Twenty million dollars was already a substantial amount, and the villa in Moonlit Lake was so expensive.
Although Wayne had always been generous with her, he never gave her so much all at once.
Wayne’s thumb rubbed Rosalynn’s slightly swollen lips gently, and he spoke in a cold.tone with a hint of seduction, “As long as you keep being good and obedient like this, I’ll give you even more in the future.”
Rosalynn stared at Wayne, puzzled.
What did he mean by “the future“? Wasn’t he planning on cutting things off with her?
Rosalynn averted her gaze, still pretending to be a delicate and charming woman, and gently nodded, “I understand, Mr. Silverman.”
Rosalynn wasn’t sure if it was her imagination.
But after she responded, the irritability emanating from Wayne seemed to instantly disappear.
“Alright,” Wayne coldly replied. “You don’t have much to do this afternoon, go home and rest.”
“Okay,” Rosalynn nodded obediently.
Upon arriving at the door, Rosalynn was about to knock and enter when she heard. Wayne’s friend and wealthy young man, Jacob Strand, teasingly ask, “Wayne, you’re getting married. What are you going to do with Secretary Tesdal?”
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